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Chased By the Popo
“We’re going to go get something done and I want you guys to be good” My mom told us as was getting us ready to go. “Okay mom we will “we all responded as we waited. We were walking to the car and my mom and dad were getting inside and she said “don’t separate from each other. I don’t want one of you guys to get lost” she said as we hurried to our destination. We arrived and there were a lot of people in the room. My mom told us to sit together and we all were there sitting then my mom told us, “Look, there’s your friend.” “Oh yeah!” I exclaimed we went with him to play his video game “was sup” he said as he seen us. We stayed for a while talking until they called my mom and she told us to wait there and sit next to them. We did sit next to them. We did sit next to him but we got bored. He asked “want to go outside.”
“Sure why not” I say. “What do you guy want to do?” he asked and we said I don’t know. “Then we just started to run around playing then we went across the street. Cars started to pass by so he stopped and he started to throw rocks, “come over here” my friend said as he threw the rocks but there was cars passing by so we couldn’t so we kept throwing rocks and then a cop car came and got us in trouble and he said “what the f*** are you guys doing” we all got scared and we just stand waiting for him to approach us and he picked me up from my shirt and took us to my parents.
From this experience I learned that when my parents tell me to do something I should listen next time instead of just messing around and I also learned not to throw rocks because they can really cause you problems for my parents and I.

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I learned never to repeat that mistake again because it can be a major problem